Press the snooze again.
I try to delay the start of the day.
My dreams are too sweet to leave.
If I could only sleep my life away then I wouldn’t have to face that it sucks to be me.
I’m so sick of the rat race.
I’m losing myself to this place where I don’t know from day to day if I can pay all the bills and feed my kid.
My life has hit the skids.
It sucks to be me.
I’ll say it again, it sucks to be me.
I have no luck.
I trip and stumble over everything all the time.
My charms do so much harm that they’d set off a fire alarm.
It really does suck to be me.
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